I have a sister. She's older than I am...how
much is unimportant, except to say that she is enough older that, when I was growing up,
she was an unchallenged authority figure in my life.

She was also beautiful. Barely five feet tall,
slim, with long, straight brown hair, brown eyes, slim legs with tiny feet, and lovely
smooth curves. Her bust was a 34B, and she wore size five panties. I know because I used
to paw her lingerie drawer.

In addition, she was elegant. She never shouted,
hit, whined, ratted or did any of the normal sister things. She was quiet and graceful,
and as a result, I grew up listening to her, and trusting her. In return, I had a goddess.
A beautiful angel who protected me, watched out for me, and taught me a lot.

My sister dated, of course, but she was always
home on time, and never went places where our parents had to worry. She was a generous
babysitter for me, and an excellent student. Her boyfriends tended to be big, and rougher
than a lot of guys, but our father was the most frightening man I ever knew, and he made
no bones about the fact that my sister was his baby, and the rules that applied to dating
her would be enforced, fully, in the event of mistakes. He insisted on meeting any boy she
was going to date, and those meetings were usually short and to the point. Be home on
time. Go where you say you're going, and nowhere else. Take care of her, even from you.
Dad seldom even got a token look. He was that scary.

I have early memories of Dad spanking my sister,
but I never saw it happen. My sister almost never got in trouble, so there was no need,
and my mother dealt with almost everything, anyway. I never wondered about it. After all,
why would anyone want to hit my sister? She was perfect.

One of the things I loved was just talking to my
sister. She never talked down to me, or was patronizing. She was honest, and told me her
feelings on a huge variety of subjects. As I grew aware of girls, she told me about her
experiences with guys, and listened to my problems.

My parents often went to the northern part of
the state to visit friends, on the weekends, and on one such trip, when Angie was taking
care of me, there was a thunderstorm. I didn't like them. Our house sat where winds hit it
hard, and it was scary, to be inside. My sister told me to lie down on the couch, and sat
next to me, and we talked, as a distraction. While we talked, she kept moving around and

wiggling. Finally, I asked her what was wrong,
and she BLUSHED. My sister never blushed, much. She was a very composed person, and to see
her blush was rare. Our father could tease one out of her, in seconds, but very few other
people could.

So I asked her again. She told me nothing. I
asked again, the next time she moved, and she sat a long time, silent. Then she started
talking.

Ron, her boyfriend, had spanked her, she said. A
good spanking, and she was remembering it. At least fifty swats with his hand, with her
over his lap. It no longer hurt, she said, but she still wiggled, thinking about it.

I was outraged, and told her that when Dad found
out, Ron was in big trouble. So help me, she giggled.

"I let him, Jim."

"You let him? Spank you?"

She nodded. "I did. I even took my shorts
down, and let him spank me on my panties. He warmed me good, too. So we can't ever tell
Dad."

I was totally confused. "Why?"

She giggled again, and hugged me. "Because
I like it."

"You like being spanked?"

She hugged me close. "Yes. I like being
spanked. I could be spanked every day, and not mind. Maybe more than once, every day.
Spankings hurt, but they make me feel so sexy. Especially when I get spanked on my
panties, or my bare butt. Or paddled. Or strapped. It's delicious."

I was still confused, but I knew one thing.
"No one's going to spank me twice a day."

I thought about it. "Well, I guess I could
do that. On your panties, and your BARE bottom?"

She looked at me, and laughed. "Not me,
silly. When you get older, maybe someone else."

"But he spanks your panties and your bare
bottom?"

She nodded. "Yes. I have to take my clothes
off, until I have only my panties on, below the waist, and then lie over his lap, and tip
my panties up. Once he pulled my panties down to my knees, and spanked me good, on my bare
butt. It was yummy, Jim. I never said a word, either."

At this point, I was intrigued. My sister wore
very pretty panties and things, and to see her wearing them, or even think about it, was
exciting. And to think of taking them down to her knees...

"Angie, do you want ME to spank you, on
your bare bottom?"

She blinked, then burst into giggles.
"No."

"Why not? I'd spank really hard."

She smiled. "I know you would, if I wanted
you to, but you can't spank my bare bottom. It wouldn't be right."

"Why?"

"Because you're my brother."

"Daddy spanked you."

"Daddy is allowed to spank me."

"Why?"

"Because he's our father, so I have to let
him."

"Well, you could allow me to do it,
too."

"No. Not on my bare bottom."

I stopped dead. "How about on your panties,
like Ron did?"

She actually thought about this, a second.
"No. You can't spank me."

"I love you as much as Ron."

"You love me more than Ron, and I know it.
But you can't spank me."

I pouted. "I love you more, you want to be
spanked, I want to spank you, you know I won't tell, I know you won't tell, and we both
know it would be fun. So why not?"

She sat, silent, for fully a minute, then looked
at me, quietly. "All right, you can spank me."

She stood up, and faced me. "But...if I let
you spank me, you have to promise to follow the rules."

"Okay. What rules?"

"You can only touch me where I'm uncovered.
You have to stop when I say so, and if I tell you not to do anything else, you have to not
do it. But you can raise my skirt, and uncover me, to spank."

Once she got to the part about raising her
skirt, I would have agreed to almost anything.

"Okay. I promise."

She thought a moment, then turned and went back
to her bedroom. She returned, a few minutes later, and stood in front of me. She had
changed, and was now wearing pretty white ankle socks, with lacy ruffles, a very deeply
cut white cotton blouse, which buttoned down the front and exposed her pretty cleavage,
and a thin grey pleated skirt, which ended at her knees, and clung to her figure,
deliciously.

She blushed, slightly, watching me.

"Well, are you ready?"

I nodded.

She reached down, a picture of grace, and
gathered the hem of her skirt up in front, exposing her legs and panties, for a moment,
then with a soft sigh, she stretched fully across my lap, lifting the front of her skirt
up to her waist, as she did, so her bare legs and her panties, rested across my lap. The
back of the thin skirt draped smoothly over her bottom, concealing it. Her slim, tanned
legs stretched down the couch, with only tiny ruffled ankle socks on her feet. I felt the
warmth of her bare thighs against me, under her.

"All right. you can raise up my skirt when
you want to." She shifted, slightly, tipping her bottom up a little, and crossed her
arms, under her head, smiling gently, at me.

I touched her, behind the knee, just below the
hem of her skirt. Her skin was pure silk. I raised the skirt up toward her waist, watching
as her lovely thighs slowly came into view. They were soft and rounded, and swelled
steadily, as the skirt came up. I caught a glimpse of white, and stopped. I rested her
skirt where it was, and ran my hands down the backs of her thighs, then back up. I had
never felt anything that soft. There was a firmer layer of muscle, too, but that only
shaped things.

She lay perfectly still, totally relaxed. She
must have understood what I was feeling, for she made no protest, and allowed me all the
time I wished. I touched her all over her legs, and she cooperated by moving them apart,
to allow me to touch between them, as well.

Finally, I pulled the skirt up all the way to
her waist, laying it across her back. She was wearing panties made of some kind of almost
completely transparent white nylon. I could see her whole bottom, outlined, through them.
The lovely curves and the deep groove between her bottom cheeks were shadowed and visible.

I took a deep breath. "I can see you."

She giggled. "No you can't. I wouldn't let
you see me. I'm wearing panties."

I suddenly realized that was why she had gone to
the bedroom. She gone there to put THESE panties on, for me to spank her in. I loved my
sister.

Her legs were still apart, and I could see
through the crotch of the panties, too. I grew dizzy, looking there. The actuality of it
was almost too much. I touched there, feeling the slightly puffy softness, and the warm
center places.

I explored her. I must have spent at least
twenty minutes touching her, pulling the panties in this or that direction, to enhance my
view, or to change the feel of her. I spent a lot of time, patting and feeling her butt,
entranced by the complete softness of it. She never tensed up at all, staying perfectly
relaxed and soft for me. I lifted the panties away from her, and looked under them, seeing
her bare butt partly exposed. I pushed slightly at the inside of her legs, and they fell
slowly apart, as open as they could comfortably lie, on the couch. I tugged at the
panties, pulling them down and to the sides, tucking them into the shadowy groove of her
butt, and I pulled the crotch of the panties away, looking at her, there. There was no
trace of hair, only the delicately luscious mounds and softness of her lovely womanhood.

She never protested at all, but shifted each
time I looked elsewhere, tipping her butt for me, shifting her legs apart and back, and
helping me as much as she could, She never acknowledged it, but I know she wanted to help
me. I was very careful never to touch her under the panties. I could look under them, and
touch the outside, but that was all. Those were her rules, and I followed them.

She began to meet my hand, gently, whenever I
touched the seat of her panties. She would tense up her butt, under my hand, and then
relax it, deliciously. Or she would push up, just barely, to increase the pressure of my
hand, and then shift to the side, sliding my hand slightly across her lovely curves. It
was delightful, to watch and feel. I left my hand lying directly on her panty seat, and
she moved, under it, deliciously, staying relaxed, but making sure I enjoyed feeling her
softness, all over.

Finally, I slowly pulled the waistband of her
panties straight up, as far as I could, stretching it, and then pulled the panties well
down toward her feet, exposing her bare bottom, completely. I held them, there, and looked
at the most beautiful bottom I'd ever imagined seeing, even in my dreams. There was no
flaw in her lovely curves, and there was more erotic skin, bare and exposed, than even
fantasy could imagine.

Angie realized what I was doing, and looked back
at me. She smiled up at me, for a moment, then very gently lifted her bottom to a
delicious angle, tipping it up and arched, so I could see it completely bare, now that the
panties were lifted away. The view was totally incredible, and she let her legs drift
slowly apart, so the panty crotch fell loose, down her thighs, and the warmth between them
was totally exposed to me. Her panties were almost at mid-thigh, and she was totally bare
to my eyes.

She was still smiling softly up at me, and she
moved her butt, suggestively. "Let go of my panties, Jim. After all, you can touch
anything that isn't covered, and right now, nothing is. I promised that, remember?"

I blinked. She was almost naked. I could touch
any part of her, like this. From her waist to her ankles, Angie was completely bare,
except a small strip of her thigh where her panties rested. Her legs were apart, and the
secret place between them was fully exposed to me, and the rules said I could touch it.

The reality of a lovely, bare Angie, ready for
my hands, anywhere I wanted, was incredible.

She laughed, very softly. "Well, you ARE
going to spank my bottom, aren't you? You can always touch me while you do, and if I were
going to tip it up for you, I'd hate to think that would be wasted. Come on, Jim. I
deserve a spanking, just for letting you look at my bare, if nothing else."

I stroked her body. She made small approving
sounds, and though she wiggled around as though trying to avoid my hands, she made sure I
was able to somehow do whatever I wished. A sweet, slightly musky odor hung over her,
which I adored, and between her legs she was covered in a lovely sheen of wetness. I
tasted the wetness, and it was salty, and deliciously Angie. My erection grew even harder.

I slowly raised the panties back up, and
stretched them tightly over her pretty butt, tucking in the material at her sides, so the
panties were tightly outlining her. Her arched position made them very tight, across the
seat, and the thin material was stretched even thinner, totally transparent to my eyes.
Her bottom was plump and round, and I was young enough so that to me, it seemed
deliciously woman-sized, and I realized my hand would only cover one side, partially. She
remained tipped up prettily, giving me the full, lovely expanse of her butt, as a target.

She giggled. "I was sure you'd leave them
down. I wanted it on my bare butt, from you, the first time. You can still lower them, if
you want to. I never said you couldn't uncover me, and I'll let you. You deserve a bare
butt, for your first spanking, and I love you."

"Sis, are you ever going to let me do this,
again?"

She giggled. "Yes, I suppose I am. But if I
let you look, and touch, you have to spank me, every time. Promise?"

"I promise."

"All right, then let me get ready. I expect
to be spanked hard, and for a VERY long time. I'm going to cry, too, and I don't want you
stopping when I start to do it. You just keep on spanking me, until YOU want to stop. I
want to be spanked absolutely any place you want to spank...no limits...with your hands
touching and covering me, completely, whenever you want to do THAT. I want to be a nice,
shiny red all over my entire butt, especially at the base, where I sit, and be really
burning hot, there. And I DO want those panties down, out of the way, for most of this
spanking. I'll even stand up, and take my skirt off, in front of you, before I take down
my panties, if you tell me to. I'd like that."

"As much as I want?"

"As much as you want."

"As hard as I want?"

"As hard as you want."

"Anywhere I want?"

"Anywhere you want."

"Even between your legs?"

She was silent. Then, "Yes. But there you
have to be gentle. Soft slaps, there...kinda hard and stingy, but not a real swing."
She giggled. "Try to make me wetter, there, Jim...but don't hurt me too much. I'm
sensitive, there. I don't even let Ron spank that. Try different things. and learn how to
make me real wet, when you spank me, and you'll get to do it whenever you want. I
promise."

"Like wetting your panties?"

"Well, not exactly. I'm wet, but it's a
different wet. Sometime, if you want, I can be naughty, for you, and you can make me wet
my panties, while you watch. Would you like that? It would be a good reason to spank me,
too." She giggled, deliciously.

"YES! I want to watch you wet."

She giggled. "All right. Later tonight, I
will be a naughty little girl, put on a pretty pair of panties you can pick out, for me,
sit down in front of you, and when you tell me, I'll wet them, right there. But now, I
want a spanking, please. Tell me you are going to do it, and that it will be hard, and
that I have to hold still for you, and then tell me I'm naughty, and why I'm being
spanked. It's OK if you make something up."

I took a deep breath. "Angie, I'm going to
spank you. Hard. As long as I want to do it. You're a very naughty girl, and I'm going to
make sure when I'm done you are so red, you won't sit down for an hour. You let me see
your bare...pussy, and that was naughty...so you're going to be spanked. Now, you hold
still until I tell you to move."

She shivered, and arched her back, the pantied
bottom tipping up at a lovely, piquant angle. "Yes, Jim. I promise to hold
still."

I laid my hand on her bottom. It was still soft,
and completely relaxed. God, it was so yummy. I took a deep breath, and raised my hand.

"Jim?"

I paused. "Yes, Angie?"

"Think of a bee, sitting on my bottom, and
you have to swat it, so I don't get stung. Nice and hard, Jim. Do it nice and hard, and
I'll wiggle for you."

I grinned, suddenly feeling completely all right
about this. I raised my hand in the air, and suddenly I found the vision she gave me made
it easy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Oooh...what a delicious feeling. The warmth
under my hand was exquisite. Angie tensed, when the spanks landed, but I felt her
deliberately relax, right after, making her butt yummy and soft for me, again. She
wiggled, very slowly, and pushed back against my hand.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The next fifteen were in exactly the same place,
and this time she actually stayed relaxed, letting my hand sink into her butt. She sighed,
and tilted her bottom a tiny bit higher.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She made a tiny, lovely little moan. It was not
distressed, only a recognition of the effect. She tipped her butt up a fraction higher,
for me, and waited, tears sprinkling the pillow.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Twenty-five more, and as I had promised, as hard
as I could, all at the base of her bottom cheeks. She began to cry, softly, wiggling her
butt under my resting hand, and brought her knees together, raising her bottom even
tighter..

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She whispered something. I leaned over to her
ear, and asked her what she had said. She looked at me, eyes sparkling with fresh tears,
and kissed me on the mouth, her lips tasting honeyed. She coughed, and was hiccupping
steadily, crying in broken sobs, but she hugged me, and whispered back, through her tears.

"I said it feels SO good. Please, Jim, I
want to be bare for you. I want you to be able to touch anything you want, and spank any
place you want. I want to stand in front of you, and undress, completely, and let you play
with me, while I'm naked, getting spanked."

I leaned back, and she stood up. A tear fell
from her cheek, but she smiled happily, at me. Her skirt dropped to the floor, and she
unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped it from her shoulders, exposing a very naughty little
half-cup bra, with her nipples peeking out the top. She dropped the blouse, and reaching
behind her, un-clipped the bra, and let it fall down her arms. She dropped it atop the
rest of her clothes, and stood in front of me, clad only in the transparent white panties,
and her pretty ankle socks.

She stretched, naughtily, arms behind her head,
and I gasped, quietly, as her pretty breasts thrust out at me. Her nipples were hard and
pointed, and she leaned forward, offering them to me.

I took one breast in each hand. They were plump
and firm, and I squeezed them, with delight. She winced, slightly, but remained in place,
offering them to me, bravely.

Her slim legs quivered, and I slipped my hands
into the waistband of her panties, drawing them slowly to her ankles. She stepped out of
them, and my lovely sister stood in front of me, totally naked. There was no trace of
hair, anywhere, except a tiny, silken little patch at the base of her abdomen, just above
her pretty lips. The total effect was devastating.

"Open your legs, Angie. And hold
still."

Her legs opened, immediately. I felt between
them, and found her very wet, and deliciously warm and soft. I played there until she was
almost dancing, on top of my hand, an incredible feeling.

I would have loved to play here, forever, but I
really DID want to spank her, a lot more. The first hundred spanks had awakened a delight
in me I couldn't have imagined, and I wanted more. Her bare butt beckoned a lovely message
to me, as she turned, slightly, the delicious curves showing a yummy red color, and a
bright shine.

I sat back, and put a pillow over my right hip,
and patted it. Angie smiled, and stepping forward, draped herself over my lap, letting the
pillow tip her rounded, adult bottom up nicely.

I patted her butt, feeling it clench and flinch.
Bare, now, the sweet spot I'd already spanked was shiny and turning red, and I knew she
must be feeling the effects, there. But there was a lot of space still barely pink, or
tanned white, that demanded attention, including her lovely thighs, which I knew I wanted
to redden completely. I was in love with Angie's thighs, and I knew she would let me.

She crossed her arms, under her head, and
leaned, slightly, so her left breast peeked out at me. She was still hiccupping slightly,
and I realized she had been crying quite a bit, but her brilliant smile at me assured me
she wanted to continue.

"How many did I get, Jim?"

"A hundred."

"Oh my god...I knew it was a lot, but
that's yummy. I can take more, too, so don't you hold back. I want to be blistered,
Jim."

"Blistered?"

She giggled. "My butt is burning. You spank
so good! I want you to blister my butt...little tiny white blister-bumps on it, that sting
for an hour, before they go away. I've only felt that, once, and it was so delicious! I
always wanted to feel it, again."

She cuddled her head into her arms. "Go
ahead...make me cry, really hard. I want to cry hard for you, and be made to do whatever
you want, after. If you blister my butt, I'll obey you for the rest of the weekend, Jim.
I'll wet my panties for you, and let you swat my butt good with Daddy's paddle, and lie
across your lap, naked, so you can play with me, all you want. I'll do anything you tell
me."

"What if I wanted to paddle you, in your
wet panties, with Daddy's paddle, on your blisters?"

She shivered. "Yes. You can. I promise.
Anything you want me to do, I'll do."

"All right. Tip your butt way up, for me,
Angie."

She did, making a lovely, full arch of it, ready
for my hand.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She was sobbing, openly. Her bottom was becoming
a dark red, where she would sit, for I had added those 25 exactly on top of the previous
100. My hand throbbed, but the sight of her, naked, was more than enough to allow me to
ignore the pain.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I continued to spank the base of her lovely
bottom, exactly where she would sit. Her crying was constant, and her bottom was moving
all over, on my lap, in small jerks and twitches. I blatantly rubbed her, between her
thighs, and she jumped deliciously, under my hand, pushing back against it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The dark red area where I spanked almost glowed.
It was shiny and tight, and each spank turned it white for a second, then it returned to
the luscious, deep red. She screamed, softly sweet, and ground her pelvis into the pillow.
This was the area that would blister, right where she sat, and I was going to give her
every set, here, til it did.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She sobbed a soft "Please!". The base
of her bottom was turning almost purplish. The heat from it was actually detectable, on my
cheek. In a blink of lucidity, I realized Angie's butt would be heavily bruised, when this
was over. I lifted her into a more extreme arch, drawing the burning skin even tighter,
and decided to spank, continuously, now, til I had to stop.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She screamed steadily, a sensual, soft cry. Her
butt was purple, there, so darkly red was the skin. Angie made no attempt to move. She was
in her own delicious world of pain, and her only movement was a slight, steady humping of
the pillow, under her. I used that to my advantage, landing a swat each time she raised up
slightly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I had stayed on the base of her butt. I wanted
the blisters, for her. She wanted them, and there was a lot of the weekend left, to attend
to the places untouched. I examined the deep red area, and found a roughness starting to
form. She WAS blistered. In a few minutes, I expected she would be covered with them. I
grinned, and began playing between her legs, while she cried, softly and steadily, eyes
closed. She was soaking wet, and that reminded me of the promises she had made to me. She
WOULD wet her panties. She WOULD be paddled, and even a couple of the swats on her
blisters. I remembered a naughty picture of a pretty girl, doubled over, naked, arms
wrapped around her knees, while someone pushed things into her, from behind. I felt Angie,
and found a small hole, between her legs. Curious, I slipped a finger inside her, and
suddenly she began crying softer, and pushing back against my finger. I added a second
one, and abruptly, she clamped down on them, and strained, deliciously, moaning in tearful
delight.

"Oh, god!!!! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"

She strained, screaming softly, for almost
thirty seconds, and then collapsed, boneless, across my lap. Her bottom formed her
blisters, and I watched, in silence, admiring her lovely nakedness, and wondering if she
would renege on her promises.

Finally she moved, slightly, adjusting her
position. She turned and looked at me, and through the tangles of her hair, and the
swelled eyes, she smiled at me brilliantly.

"I love you, brother. I have never in my
life felt anything as good as that. You can spank me any time it's safe for us, as many
times as you want. And yes, I know what you are thinking, and I'm going to keep my
promises to you. For the rest of the weekend, I'll do whatever you tell me. Just promise
me more of your hand, on my butt."